My Wealthy Ex-Girlfriend Knelt and Begged Me to Come Back [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 77

“You pick the place,” Qiu Miaoran said.

“How about we eat here?” Ji Jiayu counted on her fingers. “The snacks in the north zone of the park are super famous… beef egg burgers, corn dogs, chocolate pies, cartoon-themed dessert shops—so many kinds of street food!”

Qiu Miaoran glanced at her, brows slightly furrowed. “Junk food.”

She’d always been like this—hating high-carb junk food, controlling sugar intake, strictly monitoring nutritional metrics. Rich people and their annoying habits…

Years ago, when Ji Jiayu lived at Qiushui Mansion, Qiu Miaoran would even ask Aunt Chen to throw away the little bread rolls Ji Jiayu hid. Her controlling tendencies were outrageous.

Back then, Ji Jiayu could tolerate it. Now? Absolutely not.

“What’s wrong with junk food?” Ji Jiayu puffed up her cheeks and huffed. “Junk food makes me happy…”

Qiu Miaoran coolly added, “It lowers dopamine and causes obesity.”

“A little won’t make me fat,” Ji Jiayu pouted. “Besides, we’ve got a full-day pass—only playing for two hours is such a waste.”

“No worries,” Qiu Miaoran tilted her head slightly, her dark phoenix eyes glancing at Ji Jiayu. Her voice was soft. “I’m not short on money.”

Ji Jiayu let go of her arm, adjusted her sleeve, and looked down. Her voice turned cold. “If you don’t want to eat, no one’s forcing you.” “Fine… you can go ahead. I’m not done playing yet.”

Qiu Miaoran: “…”

“I’ll go with you,” she said, taking Ji Jiayu’s hand. “Eat what you like.”

Ji Jiayu hummed in response. Just now, she’d thrown a tiny tantrum. It felt… strange. A bit clingy.

She’d never acted like that before. It didn’t feel like her.

Ji Jiayu had grown up tough and alone. She wasn’t used to being pampered. Only later did she have a mom, a sister, an older sister… and a girlfriend.

She still wasn’t used to it. How do you seriously date someone?

Ji Jiayu pressed her lips together, her long lashes fluttering down. Suddenly, she felt a little shy. “No need to force yourself…”

Qiu Miaoran froze, replaying her earlier tone in her head. Was she too harsh when she rejected Ji Jiayu?

Is that not how you treat your girlfriend?

Qiu Miaoran reached out, gently brushing Ji Jiayu’s hair behind her ear. “I’m not forcing myself,” she said softly. “Eating it occasionally is fine.”

Her voice carried a hint of indulgence.

Half an hour later.

Ji Jiayu turned slightly and looked at Qiu Miaoran. “Is it good?”

Qiu Miaoran held a half-eaten burger. She nodded lightly, mumbling, “It’s okay.”

“Told you so…” Ji Jiayu smiled proudly. “Burgers aren’t junk food. There’s a huge piece of lettuce in it.” “It’s green.”

The burger had a bun, beef patty, and slightly melted cheese. The flavors blended deliciously. The lettuce was crisp, making a satisfying crunch.

Qiu Miaoran chewed slowly, swallowed, and asked, “You’re not eating?”

Apparently, only Qiu Miaoran was eating. She’d tried the burger Ji Jiayu had recommended.

“There’s a crowd…” Ji Jiayu shook her head. “I’ll grab a few more snacks and take them to the restaurant.”

“There’s a place nearby I saw online—it had great reviews.”

Qiu Miaoran finished her food, wiped her lips with a napkin, bent down to toss it into a nearby bin, and walked back to Ji Jiayu.

Then she leaned in.

Ji Jiayu didn’t move. Her black mask revealed a pair of watery almond-shaped eyes that blinked gently.

Qiu Miaoran’s cool features drew closer, her long lashes clearly visible. She was taller than Ji Jiayu, and at this angle, she stepped into Ji Jiayu’s personal space.

Close enough to feel each other’s warmth. Close enough to smell her faint sandalwood scent.

“I forgot,” Qiu Miaoran whispered, leaning toward Ji Jiayu’s ear. “You’re a celebrity now…”

Her voice was low and husky. Her breath brushed Ji Jiayu’s ear, making it tingle.

Ji Jiayu curled her fingers, feeling that ear go slightly numb. It was like Qiu Miaoran’s breath was spreading warmth.

Her lashes trembled. She nudged Qiu Miaoran’s arm. “You know that, and you still say it…”

“Go line up for skewers already.”

Half an hour later.

They carried their snacks into a trendy restaurant in the resort area.

They booked a private room and sat down. Ji Jiayu scanned the QR code to order.

The decor was traditional Chinese style—redwood, paper lanterns, and folding screens.

Ji Jiayu scrolled through the menu. “Shaomai, mango sago, pumpkin ribs, shrimp omelet… I want all of these. What about you?”

“Hmm…” Qiu Miaoran took the phone, her pale fingers sliding gently across the screen. “I just ate. Not really hungry.”

“Just take a look. See if there’s anything you want.” Ji Jiayu rested her arm on the table, cradling her face with one hand. Her porcelain skin made her fingertips look rosy. She sighed softly, “It’s been a while since I had a proper meal…”

Qiu Miaoran looked up, her gaze landing on Ji Jiayu’s profile. “Hmm? Why not?”

Ji Jiayu smiled helplessly. “Afraid of gaining weight. I go back to work after my vacation.”

Qiu Miaoran paused, tapped a couple of dishes, placed the order, and handed the phone back.

Then she looked across the table at Ji Jiayu, her eyes lingering on the girl’s delicate frame in a chiffon blouse. “You’re not fat. You’re really slim…”

“Junk food makes people fat, but you’re not,” Qiu Miaoran said with a teasing tone. “Little washboard.”

“You…” Ji Jiayu blinked. “Are you saying my chest is small?”

She looked down at her own chest and sighed softly. “It’s not that small…”

The warm yellow lighting cast a gentle glow, making her look even more slender.

Ji Jiayu’s light brown eyes sparkled, reflecting Qiu Miaoran’s silhouette. Her red lips parted, half complaining, half teasing. “How big do you want it to be?”

“…”

“I…” Qiu Miaoran’s ears turned red. Her lashes trembled. She gripped her glass tighter, her chest tightening.

“That’s not what I meant. I just meant—you’re already very slim.”

“Hmm?” Ji Jiayu raised her face slowly, her gaze drifting toward Qiu Miaoran’s chest. Her voice was soft, with a teasing lilt. “Really? I remember yours is better shaped… quite appealing.”

“…”

Qiu Miaoran pressed her lips together, her ears burning.

Those blunt words always made her heart itch.

“Why aren’t you talking? What are you thinking?” Ji Jiayu continued, her voice soft and playful. “Thinking about women… and naughty things?”

Under the table, Ji Jiayu’s foot slid over, brushing against Qiu Miaoran’s calf. She’d taken off her heels. Her toes crept up, lifting the hem of Qiu Miaoran’s pants, gently tracing along her leg.

She could feel the firm muscle beneath the skin.

In an instant, Qiu Miaoran’s leg tensed.

Ji Jiayu’s toes teased her calf, stirring something deep inside…

She was born to be a little seductress.

Qiu Miaoran frowned slightly, swallowed hard, and cleared her dry throat. “That’s enough… you don’t need to give so much…”

She said it again—just like three years ago when they first got together.

Ji Jiayu always gave too much. She couldn’t handle it.

Ji Jiayu raised an eyebrow, still cradling her face. Her pale eyes narrowed lazily. “Hmm? That easy to satisfy?”

Just a little tease and you’re done?

Knock knock knock—a knock came at the door.

The server entered with their food.

“Here’s your order. Enjoy.” The uniformed server placed the dishes on the table. As he straightened up, his gaze landed on Qiu Miaoran.

Her ears were bright red…

“Excuse me,” the server asked, “Is the temperature too high? Would you like me to lower the air conditioning?”

Qiu Miaoran raised her hand, covering her lips, and coughed lightly. “No need.”

Her voice was dry and hoarse.

“Alright.” The server nodded and left the room.

Click—the door closed.

Ji Jiayu slowly withdrew her foot, using her toes to pull down Qiu Miaoran’s pant leg inch by inch.

She looked across the table at Qiu Miaoran, her eyes glowing under the light.

Her gaze was intense, like a flickering flame. Her lips were red and glistening, curving into a silent smile.

“Girlfriend…”

“Let’s take it slow.”

She smiled—so pure. Yet like a little enchantress, impossible to look

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